Cigarettes & Saints

Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral And the pastors words come pouring down like rain How he called you a sinner but said now you walk with Jesus So the drugs that took your life arent gonna cause you any pain I dont think he even knew your name I refused to kneel or pray. I wont remember you that way But I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe I hope you know youre still my patron saint I tried to forgive but I cant forget the cigar in his fist I know that they were heartsick but I need someone to blame And I know how they blame me. I know what youd say Youd tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away Im sure there aint a heaven But that dont mean I dont like to picture you there I bet youre bumming cigarettes off saints Im sure youre still singing But Ill bet that youre still just a bit out of key With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth You were heat lightning You were a storm that never rolled in You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic fleeting thing Ill bury your memories in the garden Ill watch them grow with the flowers in the spring Ill keep you with me ( ) These wolves in their suits and ties Saying (kid you can trust me.) Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes Buying good will in hotel lobbies They got fistfuls of pills to make sure you dont hurt no more You dont gotta feel anything Got their fangs in our veins Got their voice in our heads Got our arms in their grips No, we cant shake free This god damn machine; hungry and heartless My whole generation got lost in the margin We put our faith in you. You turned a profit Now were drowning here under your waves Drowning held under your waves Drowning here. Drowning here You cant have my friends. You cant have my brothers You cant have my friends. You cant have my brothers You cant have my friends. You cant have my brothers You cant have me. No, you cant have me